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Cre voish ta dooyt as aggle gaase.
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From Whence this Fear and Unbelief
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(Screeu cadjinit)
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(Çhyndaays)
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Cre voish ta dooyt as aggle gaase
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Where from does doubt and fear grow?
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As Jee my Ayr er churt dy baase
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And God my Father has been put to death,
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E vac hene er my hon
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His own son for me,
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Kys fod briw cairagh deiney eisht
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How can the righteous judge of men then,
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Mee ghearey son yn peccah nish
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Me condemn for sin, now
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Ren Chreest ghoaill er y chione
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Christ took on his head
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Yn liassagh slane ta jeant ec Chreest
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The full atonement made by Christ
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Er gys yn farling s’jerree neesht
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Until the last fathing too
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Jeh det e phobble hene
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Of the debt of his own people
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Kys fod jymoose çheet orrym eisht
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How can I become angry, then
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Goaill fastee ayns e ynrickys
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Taking shelter in his honesty
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As spreiht lesh fuill yn eeayn
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And sprinkled by the blood of the lamb
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Myr t’ou er chosney reamys dooys
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As you have won freedom for me
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Er hurranse ooilley yn jymoose
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Have suffered all the fury
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Va cairys gaggyrts jeem
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Righteousness was claiming of me
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Eisht cha jean Jee y goaill voym reesht
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Then God will not take from me again;
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Hoshiaght yn eeck ec laueyn Chreest
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First the payment by Christ’s hands
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Eisht ec my laueyn hene
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Then by my own hands
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Chyndaa my annym gys dty ea
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Turn, my soul, to your rest:
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Toliçhinys Chreesht ta choyrt livrey
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The merits of Christ bring deliverance
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Veih deyrey as angaaish
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From condemnation and anguish
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Treisht ayns yn uill ta seyrey mee
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Trust in the blood that frees me,
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Vooish jymoose mooar as corree Yee
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From God’s great fury and anger,
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Neayr as hooar Yeesey baase.
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Since Jesus died.
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E Faragher.
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E Faragher.
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